count down to step-dadness?

so, as we frantically tetris-stack the studio to make way for the boy’s flight which lands at damn near midnight tonight…

(don’t ask – we didn’t book it)

…we have to forgo a proper entry, so i simply pose this question:

we live in a country that produces this:

and we wonder why we’re all a bunch of sick fat-asses?

i almost need to go to the gym after just LOOKING at that shit!